Tag: family
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blacken your christmas
You know how this time of year people are like “Happy Holidays!”, “Merry Christmas!”, “Happy New Year!”? Well what if, in true socio fashion, you have someone you know (but don’t like) and you don’t wish them anything happy or merry? What do you say to them? Nothing? Unhappy Christmas? Merry Christmas to everyone but…
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don’t send tuna
Today is my mom’s birthday. She’s been gone a few years, maybe 6 or so, but I still like to think about her on her birthday. I still go to the cemetery, stone her and my dad and then send pics. (See “Everybody must get stoned” for context.) It a Jewish tradition thing. https://growuptobesocio.com/2025/06/15/everyone-must-get-stoned/ I…
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dead to me box
I have a box. Not in the physical sense but in the emotional sense. I keep all my emotional baggage in it. If it was a real box, it might be giant-sized. It might take up a whole room or a whole house. But because, in true socio fashion, I prefer to hide my emotions,…
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fast, furious and a little pink vomit
There’s a saying, the more things change, the more they stay the same. This can apply to sooooo many things. Today I want to talk about kid’s play places, (and vomit) I had the pleasure (really displeasure) of being at an indoor play place with my grandson last week. While I love watching him play,…
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funny but gross, but still funny
I get my best ideas in the weirdest ways. Sometimes I wake up and I have the idea, sometimes I am in the shower and I have the idea, or sometimes something super gross is happening and I have the idea. I have put pen and paper next to my bed so if I wake…
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dog hooky
So last night when I was driving home from my faster than lightning, speed history mammogram, 12 minutes from car park, to boob squeeze, to driving home, (seriously fast!) I was thinking that lately I ‘ve been in a funk, for good reasons, but even for a socio like me, just too much funk. I…
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the no fathers club
I belong to a club against my will. It’s called the No Fathers Club. To be a member you can’t be a father and you can’t have a father. Yes, I know that technically everyone has a father, you can’t be a born without having a father, but in my case, and for many others,…
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everyone must get stoned
Anyone who got excited that we were going to talk about drugs, calm down. Yes, people will be getting stoned in today’s story but not in the traditional sort of way. My story of getting stoned is a bit darker and potentially creepy depending on how you feel about cemeteries. Remember this is the socio…
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i yam who i yam
Let’s start with a spoiler alert, this is not about those “starchy edible tubers” that are kind of like a sweet potato, but not really. I will be talking about food, but again not the focus. Today is more about me just being me in an unapologetic socio kind of way. And of course, encouraging…
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the don’t touch me olympics
As a self-proclaimed socio, I don’t need or want a lot of contact. I get to decide who can touch me. Handshakes, hugs, massages are not my thing. When I do meet people, I don’t like to be touched. Covid was tough in so many ways but there were a few things about Covid that…
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put a fork in my ear
How do you make someone stop talking? My socio soul has little voice that sometimes screams inside my head, “shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” But the outside world cannot hear it. I wish I had the ability to not hear the person talking. I can sing la la la inside my head, but the…
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evil don’t die quick
Although most people are familiar with the phrase, “only the good die young”, I want to talk about the flipside, more socio version of that phrase, “evil don’t die quick”. The phrase came to me a few years ago, from one of my kids. We had a situation, funny, no not really funny, but it…
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bad news zoom call
I want to talk about bad news. Well, I don’t really want to talk about bad news, that’s the point. Bad things happen, good things happen, nothing happens. In any situation I am perfectly fine with my socio self, not sharing anything, good or bad with the rest of the world. It’s kind of my…
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life’s a bitch…
Life’s a bitch and then you die. Is death harder than life? We all know that life can be hard. But is dying the hardest part of life? I’m inclined to think that the act of dying is the hardest on the person doing the dying. It seems to make sense but upon more reflection,…
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robotmom
I have a nickname that I am not particularly proud of, ROBOTMOM. I didn’t get it in a fun way, and I don’t know that I like it very much, but my inner sociopath kind of likes the nickname and has a lot of fun making fun of me for having it. It was given…
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